It Is Not Too Late Poem by Binapani Mahaling

The country's vein is getting dry day by day and spirituality is evaporating
Selfishness vampire sucking blood day and night without wasting time
Everybody are rushing behind money and power, no one has time to think
The flood of rat race is wiping out everybody's brain leaving a clueless being
We are staying in a jungle of people but each one is alone, completely alone
No one has courage to share with neighbours and is isolated in thought and action
The faith is getting faint day by day so can't share pain and happiness with the God
In the sand of time we human beings are in danger that we know but don't realise
One day the tide of selfishness wash away all of us into the deep sea of darkness
Before the day come we have to wake up and germinate from the sheathed seeds
But it is not too late, raising sun is waiting for us and we need to recognise the sun-rays
We need to move towards the path of humanity slowly and gradually in due faith.